Biografía:
Bruce Duncan Phillips nació el 15 de mayo de 1935 en Cleveland, Ohio. Murió a los 73 años en Nevada, California, el viernes 23 de Mayo de 2008.
Cantante de folk norteamericano, cuentacuentos y andarrieles, durante 38 años se dedicó incansablemente a componer para dos continentes. En vida, se comprometió con las luchas obreras y fue orgulloso mienmbro de los "Industrial Workers of the World" (Trabajadores Industriales del Mundo), conocidos popularmente como los "Wobblies".
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